The eighth day of the twelfth lunar month.
A red wool carpet had been laid out along the main thoroughfare of the Capital since dawn, stretching straight toward the city gates. The guard at the gate, eyeing the vibrant expanse of red extending from the palace entrance, was suddenly reminded of the day Prince Jinlan took his secondary consort, when even the flags atop the city walls were replaced with red gold-woven banners.
He grabbed a sentry and pointed at the carpet, asking, "Which Prince is getting married again?"
Chapter 127